Friends with Benedicts
The title alone of this post is worthy of the post itself. So I’ll cut to the chase. I have lots of friends. But there are only certain ones with whom I’d share ‘Benedicts.’ Because Benedicts fall into the category of Very. Special. Friends. Friends with whom you can share Very. Personal. Food. Examples of such include ice cream. And soup. And breakfast items. Foods that are runny and messy and gooey and sticky with drippy sauce all over the place. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. You don’t just share them with anyone. Benedicts are sacred.
The best Eggs Benedict I ever had was from a crazy yummy breakfast place in Chicago called TOAST. Chicago has so many of those little crazy yummy breakfast places with one word names like Yolk, Hash, and Brunch (guess people are pretty literal in Chicago). Toast served up their Eggs Benedict on a fried Portobello mushroom with corn flake crumbs. It was seriously so incredible it was better than…well, let’s stick to the topic.
Anyway, some Benedicts are served atop english muffins. Some atop croissants. And to fully experience the entire explosion of yumminess, you need to cut into the entire thing and savor the taste of the runny egg covered in sauce, cascading onto the bread, sopping up the potatoes in one voluptuous bite. Uh huh.
Sorry for the delay in finishing up the post. Had to go take a cold shower. But I’m back.
Since today is Sunday and many of you may be going out to brunch, may I suggest the Eggs Benedict for those with special friends? Friends with whom you will now be able to deem as “Friends With Benedicts.” Or just stay home and make it yourself. You’ll probably make their day.